| Ruff and Rugged shine like a gold nugget
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| It’s Dope D.O.D. |
| in the Ark of the Covenant!
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| The artist you lovin, got an akward concution
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| Cause the game nowadays is all talk and no bustin…
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| Drop alot a shit and it’s only worth flushing!
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| This you ain’t touching, line’s you ain’t crossing…
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| You oughta know something, its our homecoming
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| That means we’ve returned to continue bone crushing!
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| We keep rockin you say nothing!
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| Dope D.O.D.'s gonna put you in ya coffin
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| 6 feet deep, nigga no more coughing!
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| Cause we blowing up ya lungs like a homo popband
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| My flows jaw dropping, I pull a knife out!
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| And gouge eye’s out, leave a live crowd, wiped out…
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| Black aura’s, man slaughter…
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| Lean forward and open the box of Pandora…
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| The dark side of the scene, we look mean
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| Transform my energy into a death beam
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| The best team, turn teens into crackfiends
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| Cause I’m a dick, your a puss… It’s a sexscene!
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| Smack dragqueens at ya sweet 16
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| Then ask moureen for an M-16
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| Shoot 20 rounds and my hands still clean
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| Not an eye witness escapes from me!
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| (nope) Cause I’m the grandson, that’s least handsome
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| At a playground, to hand out handguns
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| Well let me blast one!
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| Ow yeah! |
| Lets have fun
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| I’ll make the kids on the court yell: Redrum…
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| I`m a crackshot aim with perfection
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| You got a slingshot that ain’t protection!
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| The lethal injection, shitting on the rest
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| Cause I got evil intentions, crest on my chest…
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| A street load of henchmen, that choose faith!
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| A live: heads, Die: tails, cointoss of the two-face…
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| Get erased chopped up in a suitcase!
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| Waste of space no place in this crusade…
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| It’s too late cause now we roll with the best in Hip-Hop
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| Getting cops getting jacked with my red socks
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| And we connect the dots
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| Let me unlock the secrets of Pandora’s box
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| The dark side of the moon is a big void
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| As we breathe in the air like Pink Floyd
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| We decide what is best with a quick choice
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| I live in the un-world like a sketzoid
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| Outside the box you can’t touch these boys
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| You inside the box and we kill the noise
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| We open the box and self destruct
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| To dust getting tossed in the melting pot
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| Pot… |